Friday, July 27, 2012

SS : With Love, Yours Truly Part 1

Romancing
his wife had become something he was determined to perfect...

She was
different...she didn't care for gifts or fancy words...

She
wanted what was from the heart.

Arnav
hated seeing the memories terrorize her...

He heard
footsteps coming towards the bedroom...

Quickly
shaking off the lingering anger, he busied himself with a file from his office.

As Khushi
approached their room, she took a deep breath.

She knew
what was coming.

"I
will not let this fear steal anymore moments from me...I will NOT..." she
repeated over and over...

Reaching
out, her hand shook at she opened the door...

The
moment she saw him, her instinct was to run to him...

But
instead, she walked slowly into their room...

As she
passed him, he gave her a smile...

She
showered, and changed and then came out of the bathroom, the scent of jasmine
blossom followed her...

Arnav,
who had been sitting on the couch, stood up and outstretched his hand...

She
nervously accepted...

As he
drew her slowly to him, she began to tremble...

He kissed
her forehead..."Shhh....dance with me?"

She
hesitated, but his eyes pulled her in as his arms came around her...

The
second their bodies touched, something rolled through him with an impact that
stunned him.

His pulse
raced, his heart beating out a staccato.

The need
for this woman had to be unnatural.

His love
for her went beyond anything he’d ever felt.

Burying
his face into her hair and inhaling her soft feminine scent, he slid his hand
down her back, resting it in the small hollow and urging her closer.

Khushi
quickly panicked and pushed away...

Arnav
remained calm...

Her
apologetic gaze lifted to him...

"No
sweetheart, it's okay...Lets just go to sleep..."

"And
again he understands...I love him..." she took a small step
forwards..."I need him...I can't keep living like this..."

She
trembled as she stepped forwards again and Arnav soon came to the rescue by
closing the distance...

He gently
took her in his arms...She fit perfectly against him as they moved together.

The way
her svelte figure glided against his was fire to tinder, sparking the flame
inside him.

Arnav
could see her trying so hard to overcome her fear...

He
smoothed his cheek across hers and whispered..."I love you..."

Khushi
moaned his name.

He
answered by raining butterfly kisses down her neck, pleased when she arched
into him, making his mouth dry and his chest constrict so that his breathing
took on a whole different rhythm—taut and labored.

As her
body said one thing, her mouth said another....She practically froze as her
voice begged... “Arnavji...I...need you...but...”

Arnav
stole her breath with a gentle kiss, one that cajoled her lips apart as he
slipped inside to convince her he knew what both of them needed.

Her mouth
was warm, sweet like honey as he tasted her tentatively.

He didn’t
want to move too fast—to scare her.

Taking
his time was heaven and hell.

While he
stroked her back and smoothed his palms up and down her arms, allowing her time
to get used to his touch again, he burned for her with a fire that threatened
to consume him.

Each kiss
set off a series of tingles in his groin that tightened, while a roar started
in his head.

He could
feel her need to surrender...

His heart
thudded against his chest with anticipation...

Usually
by this time, she had backed away...

“Khushi...”
he whispered before he angled his head and deepened the kiss.

Another
low moan eased from her throat.

But the
fear was still there...

"I
know you're afraid...but I can't take seeing you like this...Hold onto
me..." he ordered

Her
fingers clutched his t-shirt, her hold growing firmer around him.

Somewhere
along the way his hands had slid beneath her shirt, the silky skin of her back
making his mind spin.

When he
moved his hand to her breast, she gasped, breaking their caress.

But Arnav
held on...

“Arnavji,
please.”

“Please
what’? Stop?”

His
fingertips breached the barrier of her nightie, finding a needy nipple that
reacted to his touch, hardening.

“Or
please more of this?” He squeezed the bud lightly.

Khushi
couldn't move, torn between pain and pleasure...

“Or maybe
this?” He shoved her shirt upward, leaning down to replace his fingers with his
mouth.

Khushi
made a small choking sound before she grasped his head.

For a
moment he thought she’d push him away.

Instead,
she pulled him closer, crying out his name.

“Oh my
God,” she groaned.

Arnav
felt the tremor that snaked through her.

Sucking
harder, he flicked his tongue over the tip.

“Arnavji!”
Shaking, she did push him away this time.

“Wait.
Arnavji...Oh God. Wait.”

Face
flushed, she lolled her head back, her eyes closing briefly as her mouth parted
on a breath.

He could
see her internal struggle.

Something
he wished he could help her let go of.

But he
stopped, against his body’s better judgment to take her.

Now.

With all
the strength he had left, he released her... “Khushi...It's me...and I love
you...”

She
inhaled on a shudder, taking choppy breaths. “It’s been so long since..."

His mind
began to reel..."She's thinking about it? Actually thinking about it? Is
she...nervous?"

Blood
slammed into his groin, creating a sweet, sweet ache.

He felt
like throwing back his head and roaring.

The power
of the small breakthrough thrilled him...

It
triggered an even stronger possessive feeling inside him...

He
swallowed the knot in his throat before he continued. “Khushi...yes, it's been
awhile....” He placed his forehead against hers.

He had
never been good at sharing his feelings...so he spoke straight from his
heart..."I love you so damn much...and no matter how much time goes by, I
will never stop craving you...ravenously...can we try...?"

The
fluttery sensation in her stomach jumped.

She felt
in her heart and soul that no matter what came before them, nothing would
separate them.

Even when
she had cursed him for the circumstances she found herself in, she had ended up
longing for what could have been between them.

Should
she listen to her head or grab on with both hands to what he offered?

For
months now, love had been choking the fear that had rooted itself in her
heart...

He stared
into her eyes expectantly, waiting for a response.

Mesmerized
by his eyes she breathed..."I want to try..."

The truth
tumbled from her mouth before she could censor her words.

Pupils
dilating, the heat in his eyes softened into a sultry gaze that played cat and
mouse with her emotions.

Her heart
rate and breathing quickened.

Slowly he
moved closer.

For the
briefest of moments, she felt the urgency to run, not sure whether into his
arms or from him.

As he
closed the distance between them, she swallowed hard.

It made
her self-conscious, but once their eyes met she couldn’t look away.

“Come
here sweetheart...” He slid his fingers through her hair to cup the nape of her
neck and pulled her so close their bodies touched chest to chest and hips to
hips.

Khushi
pressed her palms against his chest.

"I...I'm..."

"I
know..." he whispered...

“Tell me
that we will be okay again...”

He
brought her lips nearer to his so they lightly touched. "Khushi, we never
stopped being ok.”

When his
mouth slanted over hers, Khushi cried out at his hunger—a kiss so blatantly hot
and consuming it shook her down to the root of her soul.

A rumble
rattled in his chest, rising to a low hum as he pressed through the seam of her
lips and deepened the caress.

This time
when his hands slid beneath her nightdress, he pushed the material up in a
hurried manner, forcing her arms up as he jerked it over her head.

When the
shirt fell to the ground, his palms smoothed over her bare flesh.

Arnav, gliding his thumbs over her taut nipples, sent
shards of electricity through them, splintering through her swollen breasts.

She
breathed in the shiver that raced up her back.

"My
God, you're more gorgeous than I remember..." His deep, sexy voice laden
with lust sent goose bumps across her

skin.

His eyes
darkened.

Then he
swept his arm behind the back of her knees, raising her and cradling her
against his chest.

Without
speaking, he carried her to the bed, setting her gently down.

He stared
at her with such intensity she felt the burn.

As he
approached, a tightening quaked low in her belly.

Moisture
dampened her thighs, making her slick with need.

It had
been so long.

With each
step that brought him closer, her body reacted, warming and tensing, waiting
for that moment they would join.

Erasing
the last few months as if they’d never existed.

Before he
reached the bed he stripped his shirt off, revealing large biceps, sculpted
shoulders, and muscular abs that rippled down into the waistband of his
trousers.

His pants
hung low and her pulse pounded as his skillful fingers unfastened them,
revealing a raging erection, long and thick, narrow hips, and strong thighs.

The man
was perfection.

Another
flood of desire released between her now trembling legs.

He climed
onto the bed and gently tugged at the fabric on her hips...

Her eyes
clasped shut as he pulled her panties away...

Staring,
Arnav growled.

The low
rumbling sent chills up her spine.

He
crawled up her frame covering her like a mighty protector...

“You're
beautiful...”

He could
still see her fear...

He shook
his head..."It's me...I love you..."

Easing
his hips into the cradle of her thighs, his eyes flared with heat.

His firm
erection pressed against her tenderness and she moaned.

His
erection was rock hard, inches away from entering her.

Leaning
down, he kissed her like he had dreamt of doing all these months.

He left
her breathless.

His lips
were soft, but firm and demanding, devouring her with an unabashed hunger that
exceeded the kisses they had shared in the past.

But
nothing prepared him for the longing he saw in her eyes...

Never
taking his gaze off hers, he placed the
head of his erection at her entrance and thrust home.

Khushi
stilled...Feeling like her heart had been penetrated...

Buried
deep inside her, Arnav didn’t move—couldn’t.

For a
moment all he could do was savor the rightness of them being together once
again.

“Arnavji...”
she said through tears... “I missed you...”

Tipping
her chin up, he pressed his lips to hers...

Her mouth
was warm and wet, lulling him into a state of pleasure he hadn’t felt in a
long, long time.

He
couldn’t get enough of her, deepening the caress.

As their
embraces grew more ardent, Khushi’s touch became more demanding, her
fingernails leaving trails of sparks in their wake.

He
moaned.

His body
ached with a need too large to contain and he began to rock against her.

As he
withdrew, she crossed her ankles to tug him back.

He ground
his hips into hers, torturing them both with slow thrusts and even slower
retreats.

Their
breaths compressed into small, laboured pants.

As his
heartbeat grew faster and faster, tingles shot from the base of his groin.

Then he
began to make love to her in earnest, driving in and out of her, over and over
again.

Her eyes
went wide, and she came with a sharp cry, her body shaking beneath his.

"Let
it go...I have you..."

She was
responding to his every move...

Arnav her
every whimper and moan, even through the haze his mind had become.

The
friction between them stroked his shaft and he felt it harden even more.

Slamming
into her one last time, he stiffened, squeezing her hips to keep her immobile
as the build up became so intense that he reached the point of no return.

Fire and
ice ripped down his length, bursting from the tip like a geyser.

Khushi's
voice broke as she cried out...

He felt
her contractions...

The heat
of his own seed...

But more
than that, he saw the way their bodies melded together in perfect harmony.

Collapsing
atop her, he lay there unable to move, his muscles limp and heavy.

When she
started to caress his heated skin again, he rolled off her, dragging her into
his arms.

The quiet
between them felt natural, calming...

But was it the calm before the storm?

..........................

"She's been through so much..." he slammed his fist down on the table..."And i wasn't there to protect her!"

He picked up a single black rose and began pulling the petals off one by one...

A black rose? Sounds mysterious! Hope that they get some quality time to truly bond and trust each other before the next drama unfolds! You have such a talent for mysteries and I am looking forward to seeing how this develops! Cheers,Mayad